The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 137

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“Oh my, did my words sound like a suggestion?”

Tesagh was anxiously listening to the internal situation transmitted through the receiver.

The situation was not looking good. He desperately wanted to rush into the banquet hall right away.

However.

“About the tombstone we saw yesterday, I’m really bothered by it.”

Elisha’s plan, whispered in her calm original tone rather than the fabricated speech pattern of ‘Eloise Devin,’ was quite serious.

It was as if she was exercising her intuition and observational skills as an appraiser rather than making superficial guesses.

“There was no visible door leading to the mausoleum from the outside. So there’s a high possibility that there’s a door beneath that large tombstone.”

A door that would never open until someone died.

In other words, a secret space perfectly suitable for hiding something.

“I’ll give you a signal, and Your Grace should check it personally. We need to strike first while Duie is distracted by other matters.”

At first glance, it was a very appropriate and reasonable plan.

Duie would be off guard, never thinking that someone would turn his family graveyard upside down.

Taking advantage of that gap to secure solid evidence and confront Duie matched Tesagh’s thorough temperament.

Especially since this involved Rugenote.

However, Tesagh couldn’t readily agree despite understanding everything.

“…Then you. You’ll be in danger during that time.”

It was because of his concern for Elisha, who would have to remain in the main hall during that time.

It had only been a few days since she was kidnapped.

Just the thought of leaving Elisha alone beside that suspicious suspect made his breath catch.

Elisha, who had been quietly watching such Tesagh, whispered.

“The Border Guard gave me a lot of money, so I should think of it as including hazard pay and work hard.”

“You…!”

Was she really concerned about mere money at a time like this? What was so important about that!

Tesagh, who had clenched his fist, lost his words when he saw Elisha’s expression.

She was looking at him as if she understood his heart.

Elisha, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, concluded her joking words meant to ease the tension and added calmly.

“Well… we should try every method we can. Even if it’s not as important to me as it is to Your Grace, I’m taking this matter seriously too. We need to retrieve it. It’s a precious sacred relic.”

“…”

“You once told me something like that. Don’t forget. Your Grace’s goal.”

With that, Elisha even handed over the direct telegraph code for summoning the Captain of the Royal Knights, saying “just in case.”

She was even aware of the fact that since the County of Delphia belonged to the Empire, it would be difficult to mobilize the Duchy’s forces in an emergency.

At the moment of parting, Elisha’s eyes were resolute.

So, what I need to do is.

‘Finish in the shortest time possible and return.’

It was to follow her words.

“I’m sorry, but… couldn’t you do this after the dedication ceremony is over?”

The gravekeeper spoke up hesitantly.

Tesagh didn’t answer and thoroughly examined the area around the tombstone.

He had barged in using the excuse that Lady ‘Eloise Devin’ had lost something in the graveyard yesterday.

If Elisha didn’t give him a signal, he planned to pretend to pick up the gloves he had prepared in advance and return.

“What exactly did you lose? If you keep doing this, I’ll have no choice but to get help from the guards…!”

“Wait.”

It was the moment Tesagh felt wind seeping out from the joints of the massive tombstone.

Wind blowing from between the stone cracks?

‘Just as Elisha said, this means there’s a space beneath here!’

At the same moment he realized this, he heard a signal in his ear.

“Let’s check it out.”

Tesagh, who had turned around with a start, frowned deeply at the buzzing noise and the screams of people mixed in between.

There was no more time to delay.

“Wh-what in the world is this…!”

“Get out of the way!”

In the moment when the gravekeeper and guard were confused by the shouts and screams coming from the direction of the banquet hall.

Tesagh lightning-fast drew the sword from the guard’s waist and swung it with force at the tombstone.

Bang!

“What are you doing right now?!”

The gravekeeper was horrified, but Tesagh was unwavering.

The guard, even after having his sword taken, seemed confused and only looked back and forth between Tesagh and the banquet hall.

Bang! Bang!

‘Is that even human?’

He was stunned.

He couldn’t even think of rushing at the man who was smashing the massive, solid tombstone with just a sword.

Watching that overwhelming presence, it almost felt like destroying someone else’s family graveyard was an urgent task.

‘No, this can’t be right!’

It was when the guard, who had belatedly come to his senses, was about to shout.

Clang.

Tesagh, who had thrown away the chipped sword, kicked over the remaining tombstone and muttered coldly.

“As expected.”

Then he opened the door leading underground and strode inside.

What in the world was this situation? Was what he glimpsed the mausoleum where the deceased master was supposed to be enshrined?

When the guard followed him in, trying somehow to stop him.

“…What in the world is…”

It was after the man had torn off some lock that had been wrapped around the door inside the mausoleum with his bare hands, accompanied by a single tearing sound.

What was that door again? Why was there another door in the mausoleum?

The guard, who could neither do this nor that, heard a voice growling like a groan.

“So this was it.”

What Tesagh faced after tearing off the lock was a hidden mausoleum covered in blood and forbidden grimoires.

Everything became clear.

‘Then that bastard Duie…!’

It was when he, grinding his teeth, passed the stunned guard and rushed out of the mausoleum toward the banquet hall.

He heard a sound in his ear. It was Elisha’s voice.

“…Don’t come… You can’t come…”

At that voice that barely managed to reach him, Tesagh bit his lips but didn’t stop running.

Don’t come.

There was no way he could listen to those words.

His whole body trembled. Whether it was anger, longing, or vengeance, he couldn’t tell, but one thing was certain.

He had to save Elisha.

Without fail.

“Elisha-!”

What he saw when he burst through the main hall doors with enough force to break them was.

“Ugh…”

Elisha hanging in mid-air, suffering,

“Ah, you’ve come.”

And Duie’s face smiling ominously.

Tesagh didn’t miss his chance. He quickly threw the dagger he had hidden in his sleeve at Duie.

However, the dagger stopped in front of Duie’s face.

“Perfect. Watch from the front. Your lover being offered as a burnt sacrifice.”

It wasn’t just the dagger that stopped.

Tesagh’s body began to stiffen rigidly at those words.

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I couldn’t breathe.

Something invisible was strangling my neck while dragging me up into the air.

“Mmph…!”

As I struggled desperately to break free, Tesagh entered my blurred vision.

Standing beneath the brilliant chandelier, he was frozen like a taxidermied specimen.

Only his eyes looking at me remained clear.

‘Did he cast magic on Tesagh too? But I thought magic didn’t work on Tesagh…!’

Then Duie spoke in a rather affectionate tone.

“Don’t strain yourself too much, Princess.”

“What, what are you, ugh, trying to do…!”

My body spun around following Duie’s gestures.

Beyond him, who was smiling with narrowed eyes, I could see people who had either fainted or collapsed in terror.

My spinning vision suddenly tilted.

“If you tense your body, it’ll hurt more.”

Duie had laid me down on the altar.

The words he had said to Tesagh flashed through my mind.

Burnt sacrifice. The act of offering a living sacrifice.

Don’t tell me that living sacrifice was… me?

“I don’t want to hurt you… I’m sorry.”

“If you’re, sorry. Then don’t do, ugh, this?”

“Haha. That would be rather difficult.”

Even at my barbed words spoken in desperation, Duie seemed unaffected.

I barely managed to ask.

“Why, do you have to, offer me as a sacrifice?”

“Ah.”

Duie muttered weightlessly and what he pulled out was a knife.

“Well… wouldn’t my god prefer a life offering rather than these sacred objects? Something like that occurred to me.”

The priests in the back, frantically trying to protect the unconscious people, would have gasped at those words.

“I don’t think, he’d, like it very much.”

“Well, we’ll find out when we try, won’t we? You can meet him directly and tell me if he liked it. …Ah, but I won’t be able to hear it. Since you’ll be dead by then.”

‘This crazy bastard…!’

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